Kristina Louisa Carr

Rookie (Born: Cape Town, South Africa)

Lagos - Poem by Kristina Louisa Carr

City of noise, fumes, dirt and corruption
City of beaches, money, luxury and lust
A city where your wisdom is lost
Where serenity is covered in sweat and blood

Lagos will disregard your identity
Hires blind men as tour guides
Desperate hours in internet cafes
While the gambler awaits his reward

The souls of men held hostage in hotel rooms
Privacy is non existent
And loneliness is right by your side
Your sleep is surrounded by tears and sorrow

Lagos the city of false dreams
Salt on the open wounds of insignificance
Morality lost during nights of surrender
Among oppression hope barely survives

Dreams of a land in the distance
Remain unfulfilled in a cloud of promises
Promises of a better tomorrow
Only found in the arms of true love

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  • Rookie lost soul (5/10/2011 8:51:00 PM)

    the definitve description of the closest place to hell on earth,
    nothing is real in lagos except everything you have said.

    poetic perfection!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 2, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, November 9, 2012


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